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My rugby team went on a retreat this past weekend, to the Eastern Shore. For all the photographs of roads in the above series, there was only one, and in the 36 hours we were on there, I only saw twelve cars, ours included. There were many more cemeteries and abandoned houses than people, and also Holland Island (visible as a little nub in the water in the second-to-last photo), so we were a little reluctant (a little spooked) to go outside after dark each night.

p.s. – I realize that I know very little about the celebrations and customs and traditions of other faiths, and that is a shortcoming of mine. I believe in societal “wokeness”, and now I am on a mission to become religiously woke. If any mistakes have been made above, they are mine alone. “To err is human” said John Donne, but that doesn’t mean we should admit defeat; rather, we should learn and move forward. Excelsior.

(Ever higher).

p.p.s. The images of Florence Welch, in my personal belief, are introspective in a way that I identify with.

Therefore, she frequently appears in many of my posts. Her intelligence and musical artistry are really wonderful.

This is a personal blog, and no intention has been made to undermine or criticize others’ beliefs; these thoughts and expressions are purely my own.

There is something about March that is so very dreary, yet the teachers’ solution is that one must pile papers onto students until they topple.

(…)

While taking a break from AP homework (three chapters in one weekend, oh yes!), I decided to blow eggs to dye. This is a precarious task, enlivened by the fact that I have an egg allergy.

(…x2)

Anywho, I blew the yolks right out of those eggs (sounds nasty, yes? Yes.)

And these were the results:

CONCEPT EGGS!!!

Van Gogh’s “Starry Starry Night”

“A Rose by Any Other Name”

Monet’s “City Sunrise”

So yes, these are not truly “Finds”, but this is what happens when one is under the gun (which is spewing FRQs) and creativity is the best release. (Oh! And another official find {albeit virtual} is Cassey Ho’s Blogilates YouTube Pilates classes. Addictive!!)

How did I think up these lovely little eggs?

(Another good eggy find is The Talking Eggs, a picture book inspired by Haitian folklore {Krik? Anyone??} that my grandmother read over and over to me, and a book that I still read every time I am discouraged)

I thought of these eggs based on my, ah, obsession with Impressionist paintings. (GIVERNY! FIELD TRIP!!!)